. Highways and byways of the South. decays, and the lowlymovinds had been soon effaced and their place forgot-ten, so that often when a fresh grave is dug some oldcoffin is encountered. My landlady started Bermudagrass on her plot. It, however, grew so tall and thickshe rooted it all out and restored the plot to its origi-nal sand. In the woods beyond the cemetery grew huckleber-ries and the wild scuppernong grapes. The grape-vineswere pointed out to me by a negro, who told how sweetand good the fruit was, and he said he had a tame scuppernong vine in his garden which produced evenfiner fruit
. Highways and byways of the South. decays, and the lowlymovinds had been soon effaced and their place forgot-ten, so that often when a fresh grave is dug some oldcoffin is encountered. My landlady started Bermudagrass on her plot. It, however, grew so tall and thickshe rooted it all out and restored the plot to its origi-nal sand. In the woods beyond the cemetery grew huckleber-ries and the wild scuppernong grapes. The grape-vineswere pointed out to me by a negro, who told how sweetand good the fruit was, and he said he had a tame scuppernong vine in his garden which produced evenfiner fruit than the wild kind. The negro homesformed quite a settlement huddled in a hollow beyondthe railroad. The surroundings were unkempt andthe houses small. I looked into one ofthem. It wasperhaps twenty feet square — a single room withoutsheathing or ceiling. The walls were papered withHarpers Bazars and some great gaudy pictures froma Sunday-school lesson-roll. Most of the furnitureseemed to be beds, and there was need for them. The. Grubbing up Palmetto Scrub
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